Despite my best efforts, piercing my heaviest armor, You broke through. The shining visage of the Blameless engulfing the space around us, Your movement reviving our ashes, stirring the embers to a radiant glow. And we stood disarmed, defenseless, poised to receive.Your Spirit responded in waves of mercy, enveloping, restoring, renewing. The train of Your robe pervading the temple of our hearts.
Our deliverer is relentless. I can feel Him reverberate through the walls I’ve constructed. I can feel Him tearing towards us, restoring all that's been corrupted by our wastefulness and diluted by our apathy.
Freedom's melody grows slowly louder. I can hear its echo intensifying inside my spirit, shaking me into awareness. The voice of the Rescuer pierces me as my mind and memory are suddenly caught in recognition and recollection of His Spirit’s whispers. I know the voice; I remember the touch.
Passion is kindled. Ardor is awakened.
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Oh, baby! Your words stir an ache in my chest for more of God. . . I long for a day when the beckoning of the Divine so consumes our conscious that we relinquish carnal striving and consistently relish in the abundance of his kingdom. . .
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